The rolls of parchment lay on the coffee table in front of her and she felt a wicked urge to cast a shredding charm to reduce them to small bits. Each one contained information about a different house. Pictures and details of big ones, little ones, tall ones, flat ones, houses inside London, houses in the country, houses that were muggle built and houses were built by wizards.

As Harry and the Weasley twins moved the last of the furniture out of the flat, Ginny stood at the window in the living room and looked down at the street below and at the park that lay just on the other side. A blanket of snow lay across the open area and one solitary person stood in the middle as he waited for his dog to finish its business. Sighing, Ginny reached out and touched the window pane. She was going it miss the summers in that park. It was the first place she had explored with James when they moved.

“What’s his name?” James asked as he continued to watch his brother and didn’t notice the look that passed between his parents.

“Um –“ She began, biting her lip slightly.

“Well –“ Harry started, raking a hand through his hair, causing it to stand on end.

At that moment, both realized that they hadn’t settled on a name for their new addition. Many ideas had been tossed around but nothing had felt right. Ginny thought it might be a good idea to give the baby a non-family name but Harry had wanted to try and find something traditional.

Looking down at her sleeping son, she stroked her finger down his tiny nose. “You need to start letting Daddy help you know.” Hearing a crash from downstairs, she rolled her eyes and looked at the door